Chapter 282 Make Another Plan
“Still stunned, hold it down!”
Milo pushed Rick away and held down the body that was struggling crazily on the autopsy table. go back.
It didn’t take long for Asenas’ body to become completely silent.
……
"I'm going, it's really a soul transformation."
Rick held the table behind him with a look of astonishment on his face:
"I will never work the night shift alone again. "
After confirming that the corpse was no longer moving, Milo found two straps to completely fix the wrists of the corpse's hands on both sides of the dissecting table, and then calmly began to wash his hands.
“It’s so scary.”
Rick didn't recover for a long time.
Milo beat him up: "Can you be of some use? You are obviously the most terrifying monster in this building."
"Hey, you can't say that, I'm just infected There is an essential difference between viruses and monsters." Rick disagreed with Milo's words.
“I heard that you don’t eat bread or beef anymore. You spend time in the morgue every day. I warn you to take it easy. Someday someone will find that the corpses shipped out here have no eggs. I won't protect you." Milo cleaned the sticky blood stains on his sleeves and windbreaker.
"Don't worry, I'm very careful in what I do. I only cut very small wounds, and at the same time, I will find some things of the same quality and shape to fill them back. No one can find anything abnormal in the corpse." Rui Ke patted his chest and said.
"I don't need to know this." Milo shook his head.
He turned his gaze back to Asenath's body.
Now it is basically certain that the real Asenas and David are both dead. The sudden rise of the corpse just now may be David's transferred will. However, the corpse has been rotten and there is no way It cannot accommodate the consciousness of a living person, so David should be dead in the true sense.
Perhaps the David that Old Theon brought back at the beginning was still the one who dominated the body at that time, but later in the interrogation process, Ephraim took the lead, and he took David squeezed out of the body.
……
After figuring out the strange entanglement between this family of three, Milo still wondered why the assassins came last night.
Even though the truth about the Derby family has been put on the table, like Grasso, they have not provoked any special forces. Milo has never been able to figure out why they were targeted by assassins. One question.
For the sake of safety, Rick on the side found two more leather straps and trapped Asenas’ ankles on the dissecting table, muttering: “I will write a report tonight, and finally I'd better send this thing away early tomorrow morning. It's so scary. How can a dead person jump up and jump suddenly? "
"You." Milo replied without thinking.
"Strictly speaking, I am still a living creature, but my living habits have changed to a certain extent." Rick was still arrogant.
"Whatever you say." Milo waved his hand and walked toward the stairs.
Rick shouted to him from behind: "So how are you going to handle this case?"
"In the report, you wrote Asenas as a victim who was often beaten and abused. That’s fine, I’ll throw David upstairs into a mental hospital.”
Milo didn’t stop, he just gave this simple order.
... When he returned to the office, Old Xion had already fallen asleep on the chair.
This guy is also a talent. Even though the law enforcement agency has approved his recuperation leave, he still insists on lounging in the office, saying that the office is more comfortable than the doghouse in the apartment.
Milo yelled towards the atrium of the floor: "Butch, lock up the guy named Derby downstairs and take him out, and contact the mental hospital to come over to the law enforcement office after dark to get him."
This voice woke up old Xion too.
He rubbed his eyes drowsily, and in a state of confusion, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it reflexively.
Then he turned to look at Milo: "After working for a long time, why don't you throw someone into a mental hospital? It should have been done long ago."
"Are you kidding me." Milo shook his head and put his revolver in the air. He took it out from his waist and quickly checked the loading status of the bullets in the bullet chamber. Then he took out three bullet chambers from the drawer and stuffed them into his weapon bag: "I'm checking on that group of assassins with unknown origins. I I don’t want to have to be on guard all the time when traveling at night. In order to live for a few more years, I have to find out this matter.”
“Oh~”
Old Xion’s moment. Then he understood what Milo meant, and he made a long final sound, then took a puff of the cigarette and blew out a few smoke rings, and asked Milo:
"Are you planning to use David Derby as bait?" , want to go fishing?”
"Did it violate law enforcement regulations?" Milo asked while arranging the weapons and firearms.
"That must be a violation." Old Xion nodded, but there was no objection at all in his tone. He even praised with great relief: "I really did not misjudge the person. You and that It's different from a pedantic guy who sticks to rules. You know, the guy who used to sit in the office behind you was a fool who abided by rules. I heard that because of this, he even had a falling out with his own brother. If you ask me, fuck us. This industry cannot be bound by rules and regulations. In any confrontation, the final winner will be the one with the lower baseline."
Eric's shadow on the wall beside him spread his hands wildly, probably because he felt offended. .
“You’re right, you’re right.”
Milo knew that if old Theon, who was usually too lazy to talk nonsense, suddenly started talking too much, it must be because his cigarettes were adulterated. Some kind of magical leaf.
Milo naturally listened to the nonsense this guy said while in a state of ecstasy.
"Slowly pump first, I'll ask you a serious question."
Milo lightly slid the wheel on the pistol, making a clear and pleasant rotating mechanical sound: "With you What is the level of those assassins?"
"Well-trained." Old Xion narrowed his eyes and pointed at his bandaged shoulder and said, "After all, this is me. This is the first bullet I have received in the past ten years, and it can be seen that the opponent is very disciplined and retreats immediately without hitting a hit, without giving any chance to counterattack. The purpose is very clear and the efficiency is very high.”
"Have you ever encountered anyone like this? In your law enforcement career," Milo asked.
"Yes, there must be." Old Xion nodded:
"My dead father, that old soldier who retired from the army."
"Okay."
Milo shrugged.
Asking this question is in vain.
He walked to the window and pushed open the closed glass window to prevent the old smoker from smoking himself to death in the office.
(End of this chapter)